Opening Note: Right! So I'm completely aware that I should have updated Il Principe e la Principessa a long time ago, and I apologize for the long gap, but inspiration is at a stand still. I've got this plot that I want to follow but I can't go through with it right now because it can't just be jumped into. I've still got to get my OC to meet the rest of the Varia and that's where the problem comes in. I can write Bel superbly but everyone else, I'm at a standstill on. So, I'm gonna maybe have to re-watch the Ring Arc to get into the flow of that. And that's gonna take a while. So, to pass the time I decided to give you guys a short story. This will have about four or five more chapters and that's about it. Like I said, it's just to pass the time until I get a post up on my other story. So yeah, sorry for the delays. I just wanted to let you guys know I haven't given up completely!
Disclaimer: I wish I had my very own Bel, but sadly, I do not.
Russian Roulette is Not the Same Without a Gun
"Let's play a love game"
Isabella twirled a knife in between her fingers and stared him down. "So you want to see if I can beat you on your own terms?" she inquired. The male that stood before her had a malicious grin on his face. It scared most but for some reason she found herself attracted to the smile. It was mesmerizing in more ways than one. She didn't know what it was about the look but she found it far from weird.
"Shishishi, that's the idea. Are you up to it? Or are you too chicken? You understand that your precious guns will be useless according to my rules." he grinned wider.
He was just egging her on -- daring her to say yes. And whilst usually Isabella would not have allowed herself to fall pray to his ridiculous games, she couldn't help but mule over this one. Belphegor doubted her skills; most in the Varia doubted her skills. It had been a shock when she had been promoted to assassin from the lackey job that she'd upheld for the past three years. She had thought that because of her sex she would be overlooked during her time spent in the Varia. But, that obviously was not the case. For reasons unknown and beyond her -- and just about everyone else -- she had been promoted around the time that Fran had joined the team; and by Xanxus no less.
That alone had been enough to set off the alarms in her head but so far she had seen no signs of foul play. Nine months had come and gone and it seemed that Xanxus had truly promoted her without the intentions of torturing or sneering down at her. He had seen and respected her abilities, apparently. An asshole he might have been but he knew talent when he saw it and he knew that it wasn't wise to just let talent rot. Since then, Isabella had settled quite comfortably -- or as comfortable as one could get -- in her new position. It was odd to be stepped all over one day and have people kissing your ass the next but she found that she quite liked it. Sure, she still wasn't getting respect from her respective assassins but it was enjoyable to have her former peers pissing themselves at the thought of angering her or, in turn, the Boss through her.
"I understand them and I'm more than willing comply," she stated ignoring the chuckle that was released from her blond counterpart in turn.
She wouldn't let him intimidate her. True, Belphegor was her senior by two years and had been in the Varia since he was sixteen whilst she had only been apart of the Varia since she was twenty, but she wouldn't let that get to her! She had to beat him! The intelligent Prince the Ripper was going down!
"Excellent," he all but purred, "Let's play hide and seek then, Princess." [1]
Ending Note:
[1] I understand that normally Belphegor wouldn't regard someone he considered lowly beneath him with such a pet name but for the sake of simplicity let's just ignore this, alright?
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